The Tycoon's Little Darling: Uncle, you're going to spoil me rotten!

Chapter 586 Who Isn't a Baby at First?

Wei Aihua asked, "Our family has companies all over the country, and we also have the Jiang Group. What kind of business should we let our child start?"

Gu Nuannuan glanced at Jiangsu, who was holding a phone, and said, "Let Jiangsu carry this huge burden of the Jiang family. My son can be content with a modest life in the future."

If he truly inherits the company, the young man will live like his father, surrounded by power struggles and vigilance, bearing the heavy burden of the Jiang family's rise and fall. The higher the position, the more responsibilities one carries, and the greater the pressure.

Gu Nuannuan just wants her son to be healthy and happy for the rest of his life, have a little money, have leisure time, and live a simple life.

Maternal love completely changed the Jiang family's perception of Gu Nuannuan. They realized that after becoming a mother, the naive little Nuannuan could be so noble, even abandoning her greed for money. Upon hearing this, Old Jiang quipped sarcastically, "Oh, the sun has risen in the west! Nuannuan isn't greedy anymore?"

Gu Nuannuan seemed to radiate the glow of maternal love, saying, "What do you know, Dad? Is money more important than my son?"

After listening to Jiangsu for a long time, he scoffed, "You're just talking nonsense."

If he and Gu Nuannuan hadn't known each other since childhood, Jiangsu would have almost believed her. "How much does Shan Jun get in New Year's money in a year? Let's say one million. After eighteen years, that's only 1800 million. That's less than the price of one of your bracelets."

Putting aside the question of currency devaluation, if your son starts a business eighteen years from now and asks you for 100 million, would you give it to him? You're a classic example of throwing away a sesame seed for a watermelon.

Gu Nuannuan: "..."

Old Jiang suddenly realized, "Oh~ Warm Boy, you've dug a hole for eighteen years from now!"

Gu Nuannuan retorted, "No, no, Dad, don't listen to Xiao Su's nonsense. How could I be so farsighted? I just simply love my son."

Jiang Laoxin's grandson.

Wei Aihua smiled and affectionately tapped her sister-in-law's head, "Little Nuannuan, Little Nuannuan, you have such a brain! If I had known it could be done this way, I would have raised Xiao Su like this from childhood to adulthood."

In the evening, Jiang Chenyu returned home, where his family teased him about what Gu Nuannuan had said during the day.

Jiang Chenyu smiled as he looked at the kitten beside him. "Going on another mischievous escapade?" No matter how he was doing at work, Jiang Chenyu never brought his emotions home. When he returned home to his healthy family, his adorable son, and his beautiful wife, his heart was at peace, and a smile graced his lips.

People desire many things: wealth, fame, and beautiful women. Yet they also desire very little: family, happiness, and health.

"Honey, even you don't believe me?"

In the Jiang family's living room, Gu Nuannuan showed no signs of being negative because of yesterday's events. For everyone, home is an unbreakable wall; she felt safe at home.

Jiang Chenyu smiled and said, "It's hard for me to believe you."

Gu Nuannuan began to recount her son's red envelopes, proving that although her son had a lot of money, she was not greedy at all. "Our father gave our son a red envelope of 99,000 yuan, my elder brother and sister-in-law gave our son a red envelope of 66,000 yuan, and you gave your son a red envelope of 52,000 yuan... Husband!" As she spoke, Gu Nuannuan became sour again.

"You gave your son a red envelope, but you didn't give me one this year!"

Mr. Jiang: "..."

“Last year you gave me a check and told me to write whatever I wanted,” Gu Nuannuan said again. “This year, all you care about is your son. I don’t even have room for you anymore.”

Mr. Jiang: "..."

The little guy never misses a chance to join in the fun. If he could speak, he would definitely like to say a few words. "Aww~" "Shut up!" Gu Nuannuan looked at her son's little face and scolded him in a less serious manner.

Little guy: "Aww~"

Gu Nuannuan reached out and gently slapped her son's bottom through his diaper, saying, "You've stolen my place in your dad's heart."

The little one looked at his mother with a happy smile.

Wei Aihua: "You and Chen Yu are husband and wife. How can husband and wife return money to each other?"

Gu Nuannuan frowned, her small mouth agape as she said unhappily, "He gave it to me last year."

Jiang Chenyu awkwardly hugged his son, who wasn't afraid of getting a beating, and said, "How about I give you two checks tomorrow so you can write whatever you want?"

Gu Nuannuan said in a huff, "I don't want it anymore."

The whole family joined in the fun, joking around the living room. "I don't believe Nuanwazi's eyes won't light up when she sees the check tomorrow." Wei Aihua: "The girl's 'no' actually means 'yes'."

Ning'er: "Wow~ Auntie, you're so rich!"

Jiangsu: "Sister Nuan, you're the top dog in our family. No matter how powerful your son is, he can't shake that position. May I ask, could you spare one of tomorrow's two checks?"

Mayor Jiang, the most composed, let out a hearty laugh from the side.

Gu Nuannuan was as excited as a grumpy kitten, throwing a cute tantrum, "You just wait, if he dares to give me a check tomorrow to brush me off, I'll make him sleep in the study tomorrow."

It's over. His family's joke has sealed Jiang Chenyu's fate.

Jiang Chenyu reluctantly returned to the bedroom tonight. "Xiao Nuan?"

"I'm angry with you. What do you mean 'little'? What do you mean 'warm'?" The mother, in a fit of anger, didn't even want to hold her child anymore.

Jiang Chenyu is clever; speaking little ensures safety.

The little guy wasn't very bright; he kept crying and screaming, and when his diaper was being changed, his mom spanked his bottom. Sure enough, being spanked taught him a lesson, and he stopped crying and screaming.

Of course, there are other ways to appease Gu Nuannuan: "Honey, you can tell me why that person took pictures of us the day before yesterday."

Jiang Chenyu later explained, "Someone paid him to secretly film my family, but I haven't found out why yet."

Because he was a man of few words, Gu Nuannuan assumed her husband was just giving her the runaround and didn't believe a word he said. "It must have been Ye Xin who hired him. You're afraid I'll lose my temper and beat someone up, so you're deliberately keeping it from me."

For the first time, no one believed Jiang. "I'm telling the truth," he said.

The self-proclaimed clever Nuanjie refused to believe it. "You've said so little, it must be a lie."

Her attitude was just like in school: when someone made a mistake and the teacher made them write a self-criticism, whoever wrote more words was considered to have done a more thorough self-criticism. Whoever wrote fewer words was considered to be perfunctory.

Jiang Chenyu had no way to express his bitterness; women can sometimes be very stubborn.

The next day, when Jiang Chenyu arrived at the company, he immediately found his assistant and said, "Go to the bank now and withdraw 13.14 yuan for me, and then exchange it for 52.1 yuan in change."

Assistant Xiao He looked completely bewildered. "President, what's wrong?"

"Go quickly."

Assistant He was confused on his way to the bank.

After the money was retrieved, Assistant He looked at the neatly arranged bills and said, "President, the bank manager and I are both shocked."

Jiang Chenyu bought an extra-large red envelope containing 100,000 yuan from somewhere and carefully put the money inside.

Assistant: "President, is it Madam again?"

Apart from that young wife, no one else in the world could make the CEO so anxious.

"Who else could it be but her?" "Then why did you give your wife a red envelope?" Assistant He asked, puzzled. "You used to transfer money directly, and this is the first time you've given your wife such a small amount of money."

Jiang Chenyu said with a mix of happiness and helplessness, "Sigh, there's nothing I can do, it's a belated New Year's red envelope."

The assistant was confused again, wondering why he was giving his wife a red envelope.

President Jiang chuckled and sighed, "Who told me to have two babies at home, one who's a little over seventy days old and the other who's a little over seven thousand days old?"

Assistant He: "..." So he's a baby who's over 10,000 days old?